Wovenhand - Corsicana Clip [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Riding you down
Up the backstairs
Skip alive, walking wounded man
As big as your fist
Who gave you such a heart
Such a heart as this
Spread out on the ground
Corsicana clip
'course it never slips
All around yours lips
The spool has spun, unwound
In the hollow of His hand
Delicate listener
My tendered giver
My bodied lampstand
Oh I must be off, off your rock
I set my teeth in a spite of hand
I've got a chalk-man's chance
To bet him down
To stop his clock
Be a problem to me
Quiet, like a feather
Seven hundred pound horn
And buck rein tight
Just as dangerous
With my free hand tonight
From a clang of iron
All drawn out, all such animals do sound
The ballroom belle found
Stove him and cut him down
From the hollow of His hand
Delicate listener
My tendered giver
Mercy's in the Man
In the hollow of Your hand
Untethered giver
My bodied lamp-light stand (My body limp lies down?)
I give up
The looking through
I leave up
The . . . window
. . .
It is already near
He has . . .
Hey, cold shoulder
Hey . .
Whisper in my ear
. . .
Hey cold shoulder
High above the praises of the people
High above the praises of the people
Unapproachable light!
Unapproachable light!
Come here!
Come here!